Snap. "
Song Zijie pulled out a chair and placed the coffee cup heavily on the table.
There was no need to turn off the video recorder during the interrogation because it was never turned on.
"Senior Assistant Director."
Zhao Yuanlong lowered his head and looked at the police officer in front of him, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips.
Although there didn't seem to be any scars on his face at this moment, the inside of his shirt was already bruised and purple, and he was scarred from a rigorous interrogation.
"Boss Zhao, are you really not going to say anything?"
Song Zijie raised his eyebrows, very interested in the man in front of him.
There are not many people as tough-talking as him in this era.
Cherish every one that appears.
At the moment, Zhao Yuanlong's hands were still cuffed to the back of the chair, but he looked directly at Ajie and said, "Sir, I didn't do anything. What should I say?"
"I don't even know why I was arrested. You should be the one to tell me now, right?"
To be honest, if you have money in Hong Kong, you are a boss.
Zhao Yuanlong's group is well-known in the transportation industry, and it can be considered a bit thin outside.
But with his small assets, he can only fool young people and prey on little girls.
In front of the real rich people, he is just a small scumbag, not even a third-tier rich man, at most an eighteenth-tier one.
Song Zijie is friends with the richest man every day, so why would he care about a little guy like him?
Besides, interrogation depends on the situation.
There is no problem if you file a complaint against the small inspectors of the Crime Squad and the Anti-Gangster Squad, and it will definitely be accepted.
But when you are imprisoned in the detention room of the General Administration. Sorry, the police complaint hotline will be closed to you. You can fight, but you will never wait for the result.
"Hey."
"This kid will also turn his back on guests."
Song Zijie smiled inwardly when he heard Zhao Yuanlong's words, picked up the coffee cup, took a sip and said, "Okay, now I'll tell you what the police are arresting you for."
“Is smuggling antiques enough?”
Song Zijie studied Zhao Yuanlong's face and continued in a calm tone: "Ten years are enough for smuggling, and another ten years for high-value antiques."
"Two police officers' lives, one citizen's life, how many years do you think it is?"
"We will not wrongly accuse a good person and we will not let a bad person go."
At this time, Song Zijie stood up from the table, approached Zhao Yuanlong and said, "I have a message for you: be lenient if you confess, and be stern if you resist."
The smuggling charge is not false.
According to the investigation conducted by the police within one day, it has been confirmed that Zhao Yuanlong was not smuggling goods, cigarettes, and white powder, but smuggling antiques.
Since the smuggling of antiques is less popular and the circle is relatively small, confidentiality is higher.
So before this incident, Yuanlong Group had been developing very well. Coupled with the fact that the group's accounts were well done, the police force never noticed anything wrong with the Yuanlong Group.
Although this is a bit embarrassing for the police force, it is not too surprising.
After all, when the police are upgrading, criminals are also upgrading in secret.
Moreover, smuggling groups have always been exposed to the light and were well hidden until they were discovered.
However, after Zhao Yuanlong heard Song Zijie's question, he pulled up the corner of his mouth with a smile and said: "Isn't it true that you will be lenient if you confess, and you will sit in jail?"
"Whoever prosecutes will provide evidence. Finding evidence is a matter for the police, not mine."
"The dead are none of my business."
No matter Zhao Yuanlong's expression or language, everything showed that he was confident enough to fight the police.
Because his smuggling group was very careful, there had never been any problems.
Had it not been for the strange things being transported this time and the vehicle suddenly turning over, I believe the whole process would have gone on smoothly.
As for the fight between the two sides, the truck overturned.
hehe.
This is something that the police speculated on, but in fact it does not exist at all.
It's just because of the problem with this batch of goods...
The police currently do not have any evidence of the Yuanlong Group, and even arresting him, Zhao Yuanlong, was for assisting the investigation.
If no evidence is found, he will be released within forty-eight hours at most.
Waiting until he leaves the General Administration to tie up the knot, the chance of successfully escaping will be greater.
Therefore, it is not false for Zhao Yuanlong to "resist strictness and go home to celebrate the New Year", and he can still have a good New Year.
After hearing Zhao Yuanlong's reply, Song Zijie looked angry, reached out and grabbed the other person's collar, and then grabbed the chandelier above his head. He pointed the incandescent lamp straight into Zhao Yuanlong's eyes and warned in a fierce tone: "You don't have to tell yourself, but at least tell the person who robbed you of your goods."
"Don't make me wait too long. I'm going to hear something useful when I finish this glass."
"Haha." Zhao Yuanlong's eyes widened and he stared at the incandescent lamp in front of him.
After holding on for more than ten seconds, his eyes immediately turned red and he burst into tears.
Just kidding, the incandescent lights in the interrogation room are specially prepared for criminals. The power should be much higher for home use, so that the entire interrogation room can be illuminated brightly.
But Zhao Yuanlong didn't even close his eyes, he just insisted on fighting him hard.
Song Zijie had just heard Zhao Yuanlong's nonsense and came to talk to him, and he was extremely annoyed.
But now that he saw Zhao Yuanlong gritting his teeth and bursting into tears, he couldn't help but feel comfortable in his heart.
Hard top.
He likes this kind of person.
Song Zijie held the lamp like this for two minutes. After Zhao Yuanlong's tears dried up and his pupils gradually lost focus, he put down the lampshade in his hand and sat back down.
"I drink coffee relatively quickly, so hurry up."
Song Zijie crossed his legs, picked up the coffee cup and started drinking.
According to his interrogation experience, the criminal cannot be left too much time to think at this time, but must exert strong pressure to convince the criminal.
Zhao Yuanlong closed his eyes, leaned on the chair and breathed rapidly, not intending to say a word.
And even with his eyes closed now, he still felt that his vision was filled with colorful light spots, and the sting of the light still remained.
"boom!"
Two minutes later, Song Zijie put down the coffee cup vigorously and cursed regardless of the image: "I'm going to attack your mother, you are so stubborn."
"Poof!"
He grabbed Zhao Yuanlong's collar, raised his hand and punched Zhao Yuanlong on the bridge of his nose.
There was a snap.
Boss Zhao’s nose was broken.
Ajie was too lazy to pay attention to him anymore, left the coffee cup, pushed the door and walked out of the interrogation room.
"Mr. Zhao was so excited that he hit the wall."
"You take him to the hospital, and we'll pay for the medical expenses."
"Yes, sir." A police officer guarding the door immediately responded.
Song Zijie waved his hand and strode back to the office to catch up on his sleep.
Anyway, Zhao Yuanlong has such a tough mouth, it is useless to stay in the detention room. It's better to let him out and send the paparazzi to follow him, maybe they can find additional substantive evidence.
And sending Zhao Yuanlong to the hospital is actually equivalent to ending his detention status.
"Ah."
"Modern petty officials are still a bit poor at judging people."
Zhao Yuanlong was sitting in the office, pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand. Not only did he not feel any pain, but there was also a hint of disdain in his eyes.
(End of chapter)
